Barb’s head darted side-to-side and her groin squirmed like a caged Hardcore cat. “Yes, oh fuck,” she sibilated, breathless. “I love your fucking cock!” She came in a cascade much like her first one upstairs. Zach kept prodding his emptied dick into her and felt her released liquid flood her fetish vagina and seep out around him. When her quavers at last abated Zach unsaddled her and Barb jumped right up and started dressing. Zach pulled on his trunks. He took her in her arms and kissed her. “That was fucking incredible,” he said. “You fuck like a goddess. I want us to do some more of this.” “You better,” Barb said, as she tied her wrap in front. “Is the coast clear?” Zach cracked the door and took a look. “Yes,” he said. “All clear.” “Good.” She power-kissed him with her tongue tickling his throat and her fingers tickling domination his crotch. Then she put her mouth up to BDSM his ear. “You’re a hell of a fuck yourself,” she said softly. She sucked and nibbled his earlobe briefly and stepped spanking through the door. Zach watched her walk across the family room and down the hall, headed for the bathroom. They hadn’t been caught. Everybody was outside and the music was still playing. The sun getting low and all of the husbands and boyfriends would be showing up soon. “Things just got out of hand from there.” And her husband would be letting him do it, domination probably wishing it fetish was both of them, or all three of them. It wasn’t my lucky day; I felt the vibe start-up again. That was great... painful, but the orgasm overshadowed the pain. You want to do it too? I let his cock go, not realizing that his hand still grabbing my BDSM ponytail. As Hardcore things stood, all I could do was wait, all my research notes and equipment still being in the shed. Absolutely no cumming without permission. Her pussy hairs were crusted in cum as I brushed my hand over them. In the meantime I walked outside the back to get some fresh air and to clear my spanking head. “You could see my slit last night and I didn’t hear anyone complain.” "What if Cindy heard you?" “I WANT YOU TO RAPE MY ASS!” she screams, her voice etched in desperation, her eyes pleading-no- begging me to do so.